I am frog marched out of the room slowly, I can’t walk well I have to waddle my way out of the room. To big a step and I cry out in pain… so I am careful after the first couple of steps. I don’t know it yet but I am about to encounter my family for the last time. It will be six years before I see them again. My mother and father are in the waiting room, where they have been since the sentencing. My mother gasps when she sees me, I have been shaved of my pubic hair and my head hair has been clipped back to a number one. It will be allowed to grow back, the hair on my head that is. But the hair on my crotch and ass as well as under my arms that will never grow back. The piercings are meant to be so painful that you pass out, so when they remove your hair permanently you don’t know its permanent. You wake up denudded and that is all there is to it. Usually wake up to find someone shoving a plug up your ass. If you are lucky after they have finished that… but most people wake up during it and who wouldn’t. If I have one solace in all of this… it is that my rapist is brought out at the same time. He is completely denudded. No head hair not even eye lashes. They will never grow back either. A permanent resident is not offered much respite from their life in the centres. He has perm tattooed on his right pec along with his prisoner number. The prisoner number I also have I know it is on my right pec and I don’t know it yet but its on my left ass cheek as well. He has all the piercing’s I have and he also has a ball spreader made of metal which spreads his balls a good three inches from his cock. Heavy and painful if you know what you are doing. He has two chains one to the butt plug and one to the ball stretcher he is wearing. I was uncomfortable I can’t even begin to imagine the hell he was going through. I knew that the bastard had been marked down as a gay rapist, they had told me that this made him a special kind of prisoner. They had believed me to an extent when I had said I had not wanted to have sex with him, but that did not change the out come for me any more than it changed it for him.
“George you be a good boy and do what you are told.” My father says to me I glare at him from where I am. Like I have a fucking choice in the matter you cunt I think to myself. I may only be fourteen but let me tell you something I knew how to cuss back then just as much as I know how to cuss now. My father was telling me what he thought I needed to hear but it wasn’t him permanently marked or plugged or made to walk like this.
“Just think George it is only six years you will be twenty when you get out.” My mother says to me I growl at her. “The babies you will have, at least you will be no fagot when you come out.” She says to me I am quickly losing my cool with her for this.
“Better a fagot than a crack whore.” I snarl at her this earns me a zap from a stun gun.
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I come to in the back of a prison van I am seated on a special bench I am gagged and I am unable to move very far at all. My plug has been detached from the spreader between my legs and it has been attached to the bench I am now sat on. I am not the only person in this van though. There are six others not including my rapist. All of us naked, all of us plugged and pierced not all of us are gagged and not all of us are male. There are two females in the van. A busty blond with a great body… probably only a couple of years older than me. She is moaning and grinding her crutch on the seat. Crying out every so often. I can’t see why but I can probably hazard a guess as to what is causing this.
“Are you going to watch that smart mouth of yours boy.” A guard demands from behind me I nod my head. My jaw is aching from the gag in my mouth and it doesn’t take long for the gag to be removed and for me to breath a little easier than I had been. “If you speak to any free person in that way again boy, we will have to paralyses your tongue for the duration of your sentence. Your mother gave birth to you, you ungrateful little fagot.” He snarls at me and then leaves me be again. I don’t see him but then I don’t think anyone else in here can. I want to rub my jaw but my hands are still locked behind my back and held uncomfortably high up by a chain. I note that the others are in the same situation.
“Dude what did you do?” The guy next to me about my age asks.
“I called my mother a crack whore.” I said to him.
“You must be crazy.” He said to me.
“I shouldn’t be here, I was raped by a guy and they gave me six years.” I growled.
“Their is no such thing as rape in this world not any more. If you had sex with him, in the eyes of the law you are gay regardless and you know what that means.” The boy said, I did. I had just found out what it meant for me for the next six years. “Though its the bitches over there you have to feel sorry for. Two lifer’s they will spend the rest of their natural lifes either pregnant or caring for babies before adoption when they are to old to bear children of their own.” The boy said to him.
“Cassie there refused her brother sex, life without parole… thirteen years old… dude you have to feel for her. She’s a lesbian and you now that is almost as bad as being gay.” He said to me I nod. “Joanne twenty three years old been pregnant more often than not since she became legal. Rumor has it she before legal age and that the boy who did it was castrated on the spot. Man you don’t fuck with girls before they are eighteen… but well Cassie there is part of a unique religious group exempt from said laws. They say they are against their religious believes and that mating a whore is part of the coming of age ritual. They chose to opt in to punish Cassie… now the bitch has a vibrating dildo wedged up her cunt and special type of pills that are more intense than the ones women usually have to take. Her life is going to be miserable either way.” The boy said. “I’m Joe 9 I got nine years for being the top having sex with the quarterback… he got life for being stupid enough to not keep quiet during the trial. That’s him over there.” The boy continued nodding towards a sullen muscular and fit red head or would have been red headed if he had any hair left on his body. He was heavily freckled and my new mate tells me he is quite the lay. Shame I would never find out, I’d quite like to… yeah you get the picture.
“So what happens now?” I ask him.
“Well when we get where we are going, they are going to give us some further injections… dumb us down make us horny that sort of thing.” He says to me
When we arrive at the compound I am put with the dumb jock and his top, we are chained together and then frog marched or hobble marched into a treatment room not unlike the room I was tortured in not so long ago. The room has a doctor and a nurse and the guards we were escorted in by and that is it.
“Our new school leavers.” The lead guard announced.
“Good… I’ll take the mouthy one first please.” He says I am unattached from the other two and brought forward the chain is unattached to my plug and I am able to stand straight which I do. “You boy have a big mouth and we do not like those in this centre so open up.” The doctor growled at me. I wish to say that had I thought about it I would never have complied but I did. The man reached inside my mouth with a syringe and injected my tongue. It felt like lead I tried to move it and found I could not. I closed my mouth when ordered to do so and next he injected something else into my throat. “In about an hour you will not have the ability to talk at all. That drug I just injected will paralyse your vocal chords not permanently but until I give you the antidote in six years. Misbehave though boy and it will become permanent with a second injection. Your mother sends her love.” He growls spittle flying from his mouth hitting me in the face. “If a cunt needs licking your going to have to find some other way you little fagot.” He says laughing. He takes a syringe of the table with a blue colored liquid in it. “Now you boys won’t know about this little one here… we like to keep it nice and quiet.” The doctor said to him. “I note you have an IQ of 122. We shall deal with that now.” The doctor said to him and injected it into his blood stream. “This little injection reduces your IQ any where from 30 to eight points depending on the person. It is also not permanent in non lifers. You will come here once every three months for the duration of your sentence. You won’t need to remember that though.” He says to me with a smirk. “By the time you are done you will be lucky to be able to remember the day of week.” He adds. “It takes about three hours to take effect.” He informs us. “Two injections left for you boy, for today anyway.” He said to him. “The first is a growth hormone. It should make you less of a reedy little shit. It should also take care of your cock… make it a fair bit bigger than it is now.” He said injecting it directly into the base of my cock… not quite as painful as the other stuff done to me. “Now this little beauty will induce horniness and increase your sperm cell count.” He informs me also injecting at the base of my cock. “This is like what we do to the women when they reach the right age… but this is permanent. You will never not be horny.” He said I was pulled back into the line and reattached to the jock.